She rose from flame with ash in her lungs and steel in her mouth.
Silence shaped her—each breath a blade honed on grief.
Truth bloomed behind her teeth, wild and unrepentant.
She walked through ruin as if it bowed to her.
When the world demanded surrender, she offered storm.
For the ones who were never rescued.
For those who learned to stand in the flame because no one came running.
This is not about survival—this is about what happens after.
When you carry the fire, not because it saved you,
but because it was the only thing that burned as loud as your silence.
-Kaaos
I can't tell you how many times I read this. I love it! I'm intrigued by duality, and the creative and destructive force that is fire epitomises it for me. I'm a sucker for an open fire on a winter day, but I've also been terrified by wildfires coming way to close to my home. And I'm also very focused on how our negative experiences can strengthen us. These words of yours were so beautiful and powerful, and spoke right to my heart. A gorgeously-crafted piece of writing.
Reminded me of Jung’s “in all chaos there is a cosmos, in all order a secret disorder.”